An emerald glow in the bluest sea
An island clothed in shamrock luster
Yet your green is but a hollow mask
Hiding an eternal passion raging inside
Many a sailor met your jagged shores
Many a poet soothed your scarred hearts
Many a sword was drawn in anger
Many a laugh and song rang out
It is impossible to know you fully
Your heart is never completely bared
But fleeting peeks into your dark shadows
Cling to me like the moss on your trees
Smoke rising from your hearths beckons
Like a timeless mother calling all to dinner
No place ever shared more joy than you
No place ever had more stolen than you
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